Breast Cancer
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Dancing with Pagans
Inhale the positive, exhale the negative! Continue reading
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Easy come, easy go!
It was time. The hair coming out in the sink, the shower, the chairs, and on the floor was just too much. I tried to wait for a barber shop appointment, but Wednesday was just too far away. So I went out on the porch with my son and his trimmers and got a shave-down.… Continue reading
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To fight another day
Tomorrow I will go for round two of the deadly cocktail dose-dense Adriamycin and Cytoxan. This time I know what to expect, and my doctor knows what to expect, so we have lined up three appointments for IV fluids on days 5-7. I know what drugs to take at home (and when) to try and… Continue reading
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I wish I could say this doesn’t suck, but…
As a side note, if you want to know how someone might get cancer this aggressive, take a look at this public health page. https://www.publichealth.va.gov/exposures/camp-lejeune/ Continue reading
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Day Two
Everyone has told me what to expect, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Tonight at dinner, over a meal that my son lovingly crafted, I had tears streaming down my face because the nausea has hit. I’m taking my medications for that, but the epithelial cells in my digestive tract are being hit by… Continue reading
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‘Twas the night before chemo
‘Twas the night before chemo, and all through the house,Every creature was stirring (except maybe a mouse).My nerves are on edge, I’m pulling my hair,And wishing that the cancer wasn’t – you know – there!I’ve put on my jammies and turned down the bed,To try to force sleepy thoughts into my head.I’ve ordered my scarves,… Continue reading
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Life, as I know it
This is my last weekend of a rather normal life for awhile, and it’s going to be full of housecleaning, laundry, and general organization. It isn’t what I want to be doing, but it’s necessary. It’s going to take a lot of coffee to get through all of it! Since Stephanie died, I have been… Continue reading
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Really. I’m fine.
Or not. It’s weird to feel protective of other people’s feelings. It’s odd to hold my feelings so close to the chest (haha….cancer is in the chest…get it?). If I didn’t have a little dark humor about this, it might kill me. Hell, it might kill me anyway. Or it might not. I might get… Continue reading
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It’s cancer.
This is a sort of chronology of my diagnosis. I’ll be writing down my feelings about all this over time, as well as documenting my journey. Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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